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journal oneDate: Saturday August 1 2009journal one
It’s about one o’clock in the morning. Yet again I am having trouble sleeping. I don’t know why but for whatever reason I can never go to sleep at what most people consider to be a normal hour. Is it because my internal clock is messed up, or maybe because I have a fear, but I don’t know what it is so I can’t find the way to fix it. I have to take medicine every night and that still doesn’t seem to help me all that much. Maybe if I just write all my ideas down that will help me in some way. Doesn’t it figure that as soon as I randomly fi
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james's secret part 9Bella: I thought you weren’t coming today? *Confused and happy at the same time.*james's secret part 9
Edward: *Smiles but it doesn’t reach his eyes.* I can change my mind, can’t I?
Bella: *Hoping to catch him off guard.* So what is it that you didn’t want Alice to tell me?
Edward: *Feels his smile slip a little bit.* I think *Walks over to her and wraps his arms round her waist.* That we should finish this conversation in private, considering the subject matter. *Locks eyes with Alice.*
Alice: *Looks away.* Yes that would indeed be best.
Edward: *Looks over his shoulder at all o
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James's secret part 8Bella:*Waiting by her truck to see if Edward is going to show up for school. Turns around to get her bag from her truck and jumps back in surprise.*James's secret part 8
Alice:*Awkward half smile.* Sorry Bella! I didn’t mean to scare you like that. *Slightly unfocused look on her face.*
Bella: So um… is Edward with you guys today?
Alice:*Frowns* Sorry Bella. I really did try to get him to come today.
Bella: Is that what you were trying to see?
Alice: Oh no I knew he wouldn’t come because of what I said.
Bella:*Confused* Than what were you looking for?
Alice:
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james's secret part 7Emmett: *Glaring at Alice* What do you mean he’s not coming today!james's secret part 7
Alice: *Tired of Rosalie and Emmett’s nagging even though she knows they are both doing it for different reasons.* I mean exactly what I said, Emmett. Even if I tell you the same thing in Spanish, Russian, French, German, or any of the other languages I know how to speak it will mean the same thing. It really isn’t that hard to understand.* Turns to follow Jasper out to the garage, because she is tired of their questions.*
Rosalie: Ugh! Could that boy be any more of an idiot! *yelling to be sure that Edward heard her.* Come on Emmett. *
by ~Spazzattack105
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EnchantedHe grew up enchanted - a magic man whose music kept the world awake and made the stars quake like tiny children plucked from bed. He was a stranger in a stranger land, who walked on water while we slept; and when the children wept, he made colors with his eyes and stitched the skies like quilts of eiderdown - patches of blue and violet, featherweight and coarse like tufts of peacocks and hung them up behind the clouds and set orbs like spangled berries to keep heaven company, hoping the moon's sly gloEnchanted
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TwilightShe wanted to live in an old villa or a cottage by the sea ramshackle with cool slate flagstones covered in moss that cupped her feet like queens and grapevines trailing like brides down to the water where she would sit and paint the red boats and the warm slant of sun that toyed with the long morning and filled it with conversation.Twilight
She wanted to beckon the afternoon and gather it in her lap rocking in a bentwood chair under a trellis that grew ivy green like the madness of untamed summer where she could
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CleanThe feel of you - apple tart and wet where we rolled in fresh cut grass, and traced rain on leaves and each other. You taste like what I wanted but couldn't ask for and the poetry of your bones blooms warm and wild in the bright eclipse of clean.Clean
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BoyHe felt winter in the thin black ice that skimmed over ponds and caught in the rattle of bare trees. It was cold and clean and sharp, and reminded him of the Christmas Eve he hid in the root cellar among the pine boughs and turnips to count snowflakes and dream of the end of the world.Boy
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- Current Residence: wonderland
- Interests: random things
- Favourite movie: the ugly truth(so dirty minded)
- Favourite band or musician: don't have one
- Favourite genre of music: bit of everything
- Favourite artist: who ever makes what i like
- Favourite poet or writer: Tamora Pierce, Stephenie Meyer or L.J. Smith, i'd say me but i think my stuff sucks so oh well
- Favourite photographer: ginger
- Favourite style of art: anything amazing
- Operating System: one that works
- MP3 player of choice: ipod nano
- Shell of choice: im not a turtle
- Wallpaper of choice: what ever makes me happy at the time
- Skin of choice: the one i have on
- Favourite game: dont have one
- Favourite cartoon character: can it change
- Personal Quote: my mind is a mixed up confusing place that even i get lost in.
- Tools of the Trade: pencil paper, lap top
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